Monday, May 16, 2011

Ballad Excite

Feral dreams
come over us-
out on the
ranch is desolate-
and stopping,
stopping-
and slowing down.
Slowly, smoothly
bringing the car
to a halt
by the side of
the road.
We’re out of
gas and
the road seems
empty, always
dreaming, always
sleeping, maintaining a
thick blanket
of emotion rawness
to eat, always.


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